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’Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

— Edward Moore The Gamester (1753)

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But from the hoop’s bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.

Fables for the Female Sex (1744)

Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.

But beauty has wings, and too hastily flies,
And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies,
And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.

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